#like this happened last year agesss ago

[rewritingcanon]

back when i had 60 followers and a snape/snarry stan misinterpreted a post i made about snape as slander, scrolled thru my account to bitch about something, decided a post i made about DORLENE was the best option for a rebuke (😭), reblogged my post to bitch about me and dorlene (???) and then told me to stay off atyd. i think about this moment a lot now that i have peace on this account….

[honkytonk-hangman]

When Jake Met Polly

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake likes to flirt with his Air Traffic Controller or Jake Seresin has never seen When Harry Met Sally.

Warnings: Not much, fluff, flirting and refs to sex.

Note: This is just a short little idea i've had for agesss... reader has a 'name' but it's just her callsign, Polly, as in, short for Polaris. Ty to @hangmanssunnies i wuv u <3

“Hangman to Tower, I am coming in hot.”

You roll your eyes at the all too familiar voice that crackles through your radio, a smile pulling at your lips as you adjust your microphone and briefly throw a glance over your shoulder, just to make sure your commanding officer wasn’t lingering.

“Tower to Hangman. We are appalled at the gross lack of radio etiquette on display,” you respond. Barely a few seconds pass before you receive a reply.

“Come on, Polly, we've been working together for over a year now, what’s a little informality between colleagues?” Hangman says, and despite his jet only being a blip on your horizon still, you know he’s grinning.

“A commercial airline, Lieutenant.” You deadpan, your own smile growing as his laughter comes down the line. “You are cleared for landing, proceed to runway B,” you continue, not wanting him to have to ask again seeing as his approach was cutting it close already.

“Polly, have I ever told you that you’re my favourite Controller?” He asks as you watch him enter the pattern, and click your pen.

“Only every day we work together, Lieutenant.” There’s a beat of quiet as he expertly manoeuvres his jet toward the correct runway.

“And how sexy your voice is?” He goes on, sounding vaguely distracted.

“Once again, Lieutenant, this is not a commercial airline.” You respond, twirling your hair around your finger at his compliment anyway.

He doesn’t reply, and a shock of horror flickers through you as you watch the jet touch down once, something happening with his landing gear that makes the jet shudder, then seem to bounce momentarily before it drops back onto the tarmac and skids to a stop.

“Hangman, do you require the emergency crew?!” You ask quickly, eyes scanning the aircraft as it powers down fully. You wait tensely as the canopy pops up, and a broad figure jumps out, scrambling down the ladder, and once on the ground, he bends low to get a look at the problem.

“No, Polly, thank you. Seems the landing gear malfunctioned, must’ve been in a position to sustain damage once I landed…” his voice trails off, and you watch him straighten, and greet the ground crew who’d raced over to help.

“Glad you’re safe, Lieutenant. Tower out.” You say as he begins discussing with the crew, but briefly turns up toward the tower and raises a hand.

You let out a sigh of relief and settle back in your seat.

–

Around lunch time you make your way down to the tarmac. Hangman’s jet had been cleared off some time ago, and by now you know reports would have been filed, including your own, and his aircraft will have been taken in for inspection and repairs. You’re milling around the ‘crash’ site, inspecting the scrape marks left behind when you hear footsteps from behind approaching you.

“Can I help you ma’am?”

You know his voice immediately, but you know his face too, and when you at last turn back to him you’re graced by the sight of it, bright and unworried, despite the accident he’d had earlier.

“Oh, don’t mind me! I just watched someone bounce their jet off my tarmac earlier, just checking for potholes,” you tell him wrly. It takes a moment, but his face flashes with recognition and soon he’s taking a step towards you.

“Polly?!” Hangman asks, sounding surprised. You hum in response, then round on him.

“Where is it that you found your qualifications, Liuetenant? We should probably return them,” you tease him. Hangman only takes up a stance and stretches his arms out, his flight suit stretching desperately around his biceps as he does.

“Oh, Polly, if I’d known that was all it took to get you down here, I’d have started chipping bits off months ago,” he flirts shamelessly. You smile at him but don’t speak and after a moment, he drops his arms again, crossing them over his chest instead and blinking at you curiously. “What?” he asks.

Your smile grows, and you shake your head at him.

“Your terrible lines work better when I can see you, that's all,” you inform him, making him uncross his arms and laugh.

“I would say that’s generally the case, even if a guy ain’t me,” he replies coolly. You only shake your head again, and look back out at the expanse of tarmac ahead of you.

“Thanks to you getting your pilots lisence off the back of a cereal box, we’ve ruined our Sleepless in Seattle thing,” you say with a forlorn sigh.

When you look back at Hangman he’s frowning at you in confusion.

“Our what?” he asks. You roll your eyes and turn to face him fully at last, waving your hand as you speak.

“You know, our Sleepless in Seattle thing. We talk all this time, but never meet, and if we cross paths, we don’t realise it? It’s ruined now,” you accuse him lightly. Hangman hums, and seems to think for a moment.

“I get to be Meg Ryan in this situation, right?” he says, making you chortle.

“Well you’d have to be. No way I’d leave 90s Bill Pullman!”

“Well, what if we’re not Sleepless in Seattle? What if we’re more… When Harry Met Sally?” he suggests. You squint at him.

“Have you seen that film? I’m not sure that’s the implication you want to go for…” you ask him, making him falter for a moment.

“That’s the one with the emails right?” he responds unsurely. You laugh again, and shake your head.

“No, that’s You’ve Got Mail.”

“What the hell did I just suggest, then?” 

You stare at him for a moment, and can’t stop yourself from grinning up at him.

“More or less not speaking for like ten years, but on the rare occasion we do meet up, we argue,” you tell him, watching him frown even deeper, and shake his own head this time.

“That would be kinda hard, considering you’re the voice in my head,” he says.

“Oh, so we’re doing Her now!”

Hangman fixes you with a deadpan expression and a slightly smirk.

“I don’t even want to know.”

You laugh at him, and begin walking, unsurprised when he immediately joins you, falling into step at your side. “So,” he begins again after a moment, peering down at you. “Despite playing hacky sack on your tarmac, you still gonna let me take you out?”

You falter briefly, but keep walking, this time glancing up at him.

“I didn’t think you were being serious all those times you asked me out,” you don’t bother hiding your surprise. Hangman looks back at you, squinting, and cocks his head.

“At this point I think you’ve shot me down more than Dagger combined, why would I not be serious?” he asks you, sounding oddly serious. You chuckle.

“Right, so, say if, I don’t know, Rooster got a few more hits on you, you wouldn’t leave me hangin’ would you?” you know you’ll say yes, but you can’t help but tease him a little longer.

Hangman raises an eyebrow at you and grins wide and beautiful.

“You? Never,” he says. “Mostly because I’m legally obligated to respond when you speak to me.”

You lift your own eyebrow and fix him with a wry smile.

“I like that in a man.”

Hangman laughs.

–

“I mean it, your voice is sexy,” Jake tells you once he’s sat back down from replacing your drinks. You can’t help but chortle and stir your cocktail with the straw.

“Really? Me telling you to line up and wait in the pattern gets you going?” you ask. Jake grins, but nods very seriously as he takes a short sip of his beer.

“Absolutely. I also like when you tell me about the weather and conditions, and direct me to land.”

Leaning forward with your elbows on the table between you, you put your chin in your hands.

“I liek when you flirt with me,” you begin, waiting for him to smirk at you before continuing on. “And you don’t realise my boss is in the room, so I just have to respond ‘roger’ and ‘acknowledged’ whenever you say something stupid,” you finish. Jake rolls his eyes and leans forward to meet you.

“To be fair, I’d probably be saying something stupid anyway,” he tells you.

You have to let out a laugh at that and finally lean back again.

“Oh yeah, that reminds me, are you ever gonna tell us all how to ‘bury a fossil’? You know, those things that you famously dig up and do not bury?” you tease, earning another eyeroll. Jake shrugs and copies your movements.

“I foretold Mav’s career comeback, didn’t I?”

You laugh again, but this time, get a good look at him sitting casually across from you, out of uniform and seemingly more relaxed than you’ve ever seen, or heard.

“I like your voice too,” you tell him at last, smiling a little at how he seems to preen at your praise. “Your accent is more pronounced face-to-face though, and you don’t sound like you’re performing all the time.”

Jake takes a sip of his beer and shrugs again.

“Can’t be Hangman all the time,” he says. You make a face.

“I like Hangman. He entertains me at work… but I think I like the guy who hasn’t seen When Harry Met Sally, and has a Fisher-Price pilot's lisence even more.”

Jake laughs and nods at you.

“Splash one,” he says before he leans in to you again. “Toddler’s generally have pretty good taste, in my opinion, they’re all about shapes and colours and boobs… can’t fault ‘em!”

You have to laugh and concede that at least, the two of you clinking drinks before you continue to flirt and chat for the rest of the evening.

When Jake drops you back at yours, you invite him inside, under the guise of lending him your DVD copy of When Harry Met Sally, but when he simply lingers in your living room, you start to consider other tactics.

“Jake?” you say, standing up from ‘searching’ your stack of DVD’s and facing him. “This is the part where you save me from admitting I don’t really own a physical copy of the film by having sex with me,” you inform him dutifully, watching as he straightens up and blinks at you. Then, he’s shaking his head, smiling, and taking a step closer toward you.

“I guess every good rom-com does have an earth shattering lie at its core, doesn’t it?” he steps closer, and this time, anchors his hands at your waist, tugging you into him a little more.

“Let's skip the conflict part and go straight to the happy ending, shall we?”

[thexfl]

omg after like 9 months of pestering the psychiatrists i finally got an answer from them over a referral to the OT they told me was sent out maybe like 9 or 10 months ago just wasnt sent out at all like none was sent out like all those times i asked about it and was told theyd check to see whats the story they didnt do anything those times either it took agesss omfg anyway got a letter in the post today finally after one of them was like ok ill write a referral out now last time i saw them and also the waiting list is like a years long wait so like all that time waiting i probably would have at least maybe had an appointment coming up with them but like not the first time something like this has happened to me absolutely wont be the last either and all this time i was asking them about it i was worried in the back of my mind that i did something wrong like i missed a phone call or a letter or whatever and felt like i shouldnt be doing it or i was being pushy or whatever but like at the very least i did everything right in the situation so like idk at least theres that lololol.

[peterspideyy]

dear y/n

summary- on a normal study night, what happens when you’re supposed to find a science revision book and end up stumbling across letters, which are meant for you from peter?

warnings- fluff, swearing

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he’s going to realise where you are soon. you only went into peter’s room, looking for an science textbook, to help you with your test tomorrow, leaving peter on the kitchen table to go into his room. but, you can’t move. not after finding a box full of letters. which has your name written all over them.

you never meant to find them. the draw opened suddenly, and you saw the navy box. it made you curious. peter has never told you about that box before. you tell each other everything. so, you’re surprised when you open it, and find handwritten letters. letters that are for you.

it’s been a minute since you’ve found the letters, but it’s felt like an eternity. you haven’t read one, your eyes have just scanned the page not concentrating on what each word says. you’re too scared to. you don’t want to snoop into peter’s private life. it’s not your place to find out, unless he tells you. and him not telling you, means he doesn’t want you to know. but, it’s about you. don’t you deserve to know what he’s writing about you?

a sigh left your lips, as you glanced at the door, making sure peter wasn’t there before you sat down on the edge of his bed. looking down, you started to read the letter in your hand, guilt eating you away slowly.

dear y/n,

i don’t know why i’m writing this. i’m never going to give it to you. but, i hope one day i do. writing letters is the most cliche thing i’ve ever done, but it’s the only way i came express my thoughts. some of the things i write, may not mean anything, but they mean a lot to me.

you have no idea what you do to me, y/n.

ever since i met you, all those years ago-

the letter in your grasp disappeared suddenly, as you looked up to meet peter’s distressed eyes, “where did you find this?”

“i-i was looking for a textbook, and it was there. i swear i didn’t look for it. but, pete i want to see what your writing about me-“

“no, y/n,” he warned, holding the letter up; as you stood up trying to take it out his hands, “it’s private!”

“but, it’s about me!” you chuckled slightly, making him frown.

“private.” he repeated, moving away from your hands, trying to take the paper away from him.

“fine, if i can’t read it, you do it.” you smiled, crossing your arms.

he stopped moving, “w-what?”

“read it to me.”

he looked down, gulping loudly as he saw the hundreds of words he wrote, only just last week. words he’s been meaning to say to you, since he first saw you.

you noticed his hesitation, immediately feeling guilt overwhelming you again, “i don’t want to force you. if you definitely don’t want to read it then-“

“no,” he inturrupted, finally looking up to meet your eyes, “i-i’ll read it.”

you nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to speak. he looked down again, trying to calm his nerves, before glancing at you quickly. you grinned at him reassuringly, as he looked at the letter once again, breathing out heavily.

“e-ever since i met you, all those years ago, made me realise how i can never live without you. i never want to live without you. you mean too much to me. as a best friend, a-and more.”

he stopped, looking up at you to see your furrowed brows.

“y/n,” he carried on, “not only are you the most gorgeous girl i’ve ever layed eyes on...”

he stopped, realising a mistake, before coughing slightly as he carried on reading.

“but you are gorgeous on the inside. you may not realise it, but as soon as you walk into a room, it lights up. of course it will light up due to electricity and whatever, but the people in it light up. they become happy. you make them happy.”

you couldn’t help but smile at his words. even on paper, he can still ramble on.

“before i met you, my world was black and white. but, now, my world is filled with colour. and i want it to stay colourful.”

he furrowed his brows, laughing slightly at how what he was saying didn’t make any sense.

“what i’m trying to say, if i’m saying anything, is that i-i love you. more than any friend could love someone. i want to call you mine. i want to give you to the love you deserve. because, you deserve everything great life has to offer.”

he glanced up, his heart beating fast to see your reaction but you were sat looking at the floor.

“i hope you feel the same way about me. it’s okay if you don’t. but, you mean the world to me. even if we stay friends i’ll still love you-“

he was cut off, by you standing up and rushing to him, planting your lips on his. he froze, eyes wide before relaxing, fluttering his eyes closed; deepening the kiss. he moved his hands around your waist, pulling you towards him if that was even possible, while you placed your hands on his cheek. pulling away a couple of seconds later, you leaned your foreheads on each other breathing in and out heavily.

“what was that for-

“i love you too, parker.”

peter beamed, giggling slightly before kissing you again.

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a/n- this has been in my drafts for agesss ahah! thanks for reading :)

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peter parker taglist-

@24kbucky @parkersbliss @dreamofaprilsblog @averyfosterthoughts @jannine00742 @beverlyparkerr @anapocalypseinmymind @emistrash @mrvlfangirl3190 @parker-potters @musicalkeys-blog @ncrediblelove

[cali-holland]

Sacred New Beginnings- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Requested by @stahpppppp​ : Reader is a famous singer and she is friends with Zendaya. Based on Taylor Swift song “Cornelia Street” 🙂 Thank you!

Prompt: You fall in love with Tom on Cornelia Street

Word Count: 3100

Based On: Cornelia Street (and kinda I Think He Knows) by Taylor Swift

Warnings: sexual themes, probably swearing

A/N: Sorry it took so long to post this, I’ve had it finished for agesss

Masterlist   Tom Holland Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

~~~

“Come on, just a few drinks.” Zendaya nudged you, encouragingly, and you rolled your eyes at her. “Tom will be there.”

“Like that changes my answer.” You joked, hoping she didn’t catch the blush creeping on your cheeks. She did. “I need to finish writing for my album.”

“The bar will give you inspiration!” She insisted. “You’re coming!”

“Fine.” You huffed, not wanting to deal with her persistent nagging any longer.

She was your best friend, ever since you met at an awards show where the two of you both snuck in food in your bags and shared it with each other. You didn’t live in New York, you were renting a small townhouse in the city, seeking a new environment to finish writing your album. It happened to be that Zendaya was also in the city, filming for Spider-Man for a few weeks. 

While filming the last movie, you’d gone to visit her on set, and that’s where you met- and developed a school girl crush on, Tom Holland. He was dreamy, charming, handsome, and you had completely fallen for him over the course of those couple weeks you were in Georgia. Over the past couple years, you two had kept in contact via social media, but nothing too elaborate or special, and neither of you managed to see each other in person again. Until now, when you’d be seeing him for the first in a couple years and you just hoped it could take your mind off of your album.

You quickly got ready to go to the bar with Zendaya, who was already (because she showed up at your door, demanding you go after you ignored her texts). Once you were finally satisfied with your look for the night, you two left your place on Cornelia Street and got into a taxi, heading to the bar where you’d meet up with Tom and the rest of the cast.

“Do I look okay?” You asked, a hand subconsciously playing with your hair nervously until Zendaya lightly slapped it away.

“You look amazing, and by the way, I know for sure that Tom’s still single.” She said proudly.

“I didn’t even ask.” You replied, shaking your head at her in disbelief as the cab driver came to a stop in front of the bar.

“I’m just saying.” Your best friend shrugged innocently at you. You both shuffled your way out of the cab and hurried inside of the bar. Even though you’d only been outside for a minute, you already regretted not pairing your outfit with a jacket- the chill autumn air wasn’t your friend tonight.

“You all remember Y/N, right?” Zendaya smiled, pulling you up to the crowded table with her. Around the table, you recognized Tom, Jacob, and two others beside Tom- one you believed was Harrison (but you only briefly met him two years ago) and you were pretty sure the other was Tom’s brother, who you had never met.

“How could we forget?” Tom spoke up, smiling brightly at you. 

“Hey, everyone.” You greeted. Zendaya took one of the two open seats at the table, leaving the only open one between her and Tom. She smiled innocently at you. Before you even sat in your chair, you nodded your head back to the bar. “I’m gonna go grab a drink. Anyone want more?” With a chorus of yes’s coming from the group, Tom got up to accompany you over to the bar, insisting he could help you get all the drinks. After you two ordered the next round of drinks, he turned to you to start a conversation.

“How’s the album going?” Tom asked you, and you looked at him surprised, wondering how he knew that you were working on an album- you’d tried to keep it private. Seeing your shock, he explained, “Z said you were here for an album.”

“Oh yeah, came here for inspiration, but I’m slowly starting to lose it.” You sighed, feeling a little defeated. 

“What’s the album about? Is it like- what do they call it, a concept album?” He laughed, hoping he’d gotten the word right, and you nodded.

“I guess the concept I’ve been going for is a letter to love itself.” You said, “I know, it sounds cheesy, but-”

“No, it sounds great. I’m sure it’s going to be a killer album. Your music’s amazing, you’re really talented.” He reassured you as the bartender set the numerous drinks on a small tray in front of the two of you, but neither of you made any effort to move/

“Thank you. I just have two more songs left to write for this album.”

“Do you know what they’re about yet?”

“I have this idea from one of them.” You started and he nodded, encouraging you to continue. You laughed as you tried to think of the words, “It’s kind of a quiet confidence, but still cool and sexy- the feeling of that first feeling of attraction. I just can’t find the right lyrics for it yet.”

“Are lyrics normally hard for you to write?” Tom asked. You could tell that he was genuinely intrigued, even though you were worried you’d started to bore him with album talk. Tom took a sip of his drink as he waited for your response.

“Not really, which is why I’m so frustrated with these two songs.”

“Well,” He paused, “Why don’t you come up with a lyric about me? I mean, you said “that first feeling of attraction”, so-”

“Are you implying that I’m attracted to you?” You laughed, teasingly.

“Are you implying that you’re not?” He asked, leaning in closer to you.

“Fine.” You took a moment to look him up and down, your eyes landing on his hand holding onto his beer, before you looked him in the eyes, “I think he knows his hand around a cold glass makes me wanna know that body like it’s mine.”

“Were you two ever going to bring back our drinks?” Zendaya questioned, appearing behind the two of you, making both you and Tom jump back in surprise.

“We were just heading back.” Tom insisted, grabbing the tray of drinks, and you and Zendaya both quickly grabbed a couple glasses because all three of you knew Tom would absolutely not make it back to the table without spilling one of the many drinks. Once settled in back at the table, you quickly got out your phone and wrote down the line you’d said to Tom, feeling like it suited your song well.

After a few hours of laughing, drinking, and just catching up with the whole group, you all decided it was probably best to head out. Harry, Harrison, Jacob, and Zendaya all filled up one cab, and Tom stayed behind with you to catch a second one.

“Are you cold?” Tom asked as you shivered lightly, waiting for an empty taxi. Before you could even reply, he had taken off his jacket and put it around your shoulders.

“Then, you’re going to be cold.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, keeping him close to you, “I’m not going to have you get frostbite because you gave me your jacket.”

“It’s not even that cold out.” He shook his head at you in disbelief, but rested his hands on your waist, pulling you even closer to him. After a moment, he moved one of his hands to cup your chin and kissed you. It was a little sloppy and drunken, you could easily taste the beer on his lips, but it was still perfect to you. He pulled back and rested his forehead on yours, “We should go.”

“Yeah,” You let out a small sigh, stepping away from him to hail the next taxi.

“Where are you headed?” The driver asked as you two got into the cab. Tom said the name of his hotel, and the cab took off, beginning its journey.

“You know, I’m renting a place on Cornelia Street.” You said casually in the backseat beside Tom. Feeling the strength of the bar’s alcohol (mixed with the overwhelming attraction you felt for Tom), you hoped you weren’t too forward as you said, “You could stay there tonight, if you want to.”

“I’d love to.” Tom smiled. Relieved, you informed the cab driver of your address, telling him to scratch the previous instructions. Tom tentatively reached over to take your hand in his, making you smile at him.

The driver pulled up to your townhouse and you paid him quickly before basically stumbling out of the car with Tom, his hand still tightly holding yours. Once inside, you had barely gotten the front door closed when Tom kissed you, his hand dropping yours to wrap around your waist. It was hungry and passionate, and you never wanted it to end.

“Bedroom?” He mumbled, just barely bringing his lips off yours.

“Third floor.” You laughed lightly as he sighed. “Gotta get some good cardio in.”

“We seem to have a different idea of what good cardio is at this moment.” Tom joked. You kissed him again, before pulling away and grabbing his hand, leading him up to the master bedroom.

The next morning, you woke up with the all too familiar nauseating feeling of a hangover. Groaning, you snuggled deeper into your pillow, taking a moment to realize it was not a pillow and more of a warm, strong, bare chest. Though some details from last night were fuzzy, you definitely remembered bringing Tom home last night. The only thing currently separating you and Tom was the shirt of his you were wearing and his underwear that he was wearing. Listening to the sound of Tom’s steady heartbeat and the light rain outside, you never wanted to leave your bed.

“Good morning.” Tom said quietly. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders and his hand played softly with your hair as you shifted up from his chest to look at him.

“Good morning.” You replied, a drowsy smile on your lips.

“Are you hungover?” He asked with a little laugh as you brought a hand up to rub your temples.

“If that’s your way of complimenting my morning after look, it’s a really shitty way and I don’t recommend using that on any of your other hookups.” You joked.

“First of all, your morning after look is beautiful.” Tom stated, placing his free hand on your cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb, “Second of all, it was a question because I’m hungover. And lastly, who said this was a hookup? Do you want this to just be a hookup because I was going to ask you out?”

“You were going to ask me out?” You asked, a timid smile on your face and he nodded.

“I’ve been kicking myself for not doing it sooner.” He took your hand in his and pressed a small kiss to it, “So what do you say, wanna go out with me?”

“Yes,” You leaned over to kiss him. Pulling you away you both let out small laughs, “Morning breath and alcohol breath don’t mix.”

“They definitely don’t.” Tom laughed.

“Let’s get up. I’ll make breakfast.” You slid out of his embrace and the warm bed.

“Stealing my clothes already?” He asked, noticing you wore his shirt. Apparently he didn’t catch you putting it on last night, not like you really remembered that bit either.

“You’re not getting that jacket back anytime soon.” You teased.

“You can have the jacket, but I’ll need the shirt eventually. The media will already be all over me doing the walk of shame, they don’t need the added bonus of me doing shirtless.” He joked, and you ran a hand over his abs, smiling.

“Do you think anyone’s going to complain about seeing you shirtless?” You leaned up to kiss him again, before separating from him to go make breakfast. 

~~~

“He got my heartbeat skipping down 16th Avenue,” You started to play your guitar as you sang, reading over the lyrics you’d written, “Got that, oh! I mean wanna see what’s under that attitude. Like, I want you, bless my soul, I ain’t-” You paused, hearing the floorboards creaking. Tom was awake from his nap.

“Don’t stop on my account.” He said, coming into the makeshift studio.

“I gotta get this chorus worked out.” You set your guitar to the side, letting Tom come sit beside you on the couch.

“I’ve heard you go over the same five lines for an hour. You need a break.” He laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you so that the two of you were lying on the couch cuddling. It was times like these that made you really feel like you were in love with him, but it was all too soon to think like that, right? With the rain pouring down outside, it was serenely peaceful there in his arms.

“I didn’t mean to keep you up.”

“It’s alright.” He kissed you reassuringly. He hummed in content, “I never want this to end.”

“What?” You pulled away from him a little. “Who said anything about ending?”

“I just thought- I mean I’m only in New York for a couple more weeks, and you’re going back to LA soon.” Tom explained. You stood up from the couch with furrowed eyebrows.

“So what, when we leave here, you were just going to walk away?” You questioned and Tom jumped up from the couch, defensively.

“No, that’s not what-”

“You said you wanted to date me? But was I just a glorified hookup? A fling? God, you were leading me on!” You accused, feeling disgusted with yourself for distracting yourself with a fling. Tom tried to step towards you but you backed up and turned away, “Just, please, go. I need some time alone.”

You couldn’t bear to look at him as you spoke. You heard him sigh, but leave the room without another word, the floorboard creaking as he left. You held back your scared tears until you heard the front door open and close again. He left, just like you told him to, and yet you didn’t want him to be gone.

After a few minutes of solid crying, you decided you had to leave, too. You couldn’t spend another day on Cornelia Street. As you started to pack a few bags, your phone began to ring, and you groaned, seeing it was Zendaya. You and Tom hadn’t really told that many people, other than Z and the group from the bar- maybe that should’ve been your first sign he wanted it to be a fling. You didn’t know if he’d go to Zendaya, if he’d tell her what happened; after all, it had only been a hour since he left.

Picking up the phone, you decided to act like everything was okay, “Hey Z, what’s up?”

“Tell me you’re still at Cornelia Street.” She said as if it was urgent.

“I’m packing to leave, right now.” You told her, getting the sense that she knew about it all.

“Unpack those bags. You’re not leaving, not now.” She was using her maternal voice, which only came out when you were about to make a bad decision that she didn’t agree with.

“Z, did Tom talk to you?” You asked.

“Yes.” She replied and you sighed.

“Then you know why I have to leave.”

“No, I know why you have to stay.” She insisted, sincerity rich in her voice, “Y/N, it wasn’t just a fling to Tom. Just, hear him out.”

“What-” Before you could get your question all the way out, there was a ring at your doorbell.

“Sounds like someone’s outside. I gotta go.” Zendaya said quickly before hanging up the phone.

You already knew it was Tom on the other side of the door, given by her reaction and the fact that no one’s ever rang the doorbell since you’ve rented that townhouse. Making your way downstairs, you tentatively rested your hand on the doorknob. When you opened the door, Tom stood there nervously on the other side, hair a little wet from the rain earlier with a box of chocolates in his hand.

“Apology chocolates?” He offered with a small smile. You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing, opening the door wider to let him come inside.

“Let’s go to the terrace.” You said, taking his hand and leading him up the stairs, just as you had done the first time he entered your townhouse. Once on the roof, you both sat on the patio couch, having a nice view of the New York sunset with a few rain clouds fading away.

“When I said I didn’t want this to end, I meant I didn’t want us to end because Cornelia Street ends.” Tom started, setting aside the chocolates to take your hands in his, “Because I’ll go back to London or wherever I’m filming and you’ll go back to LA or wherever you’re touring. I didn’t want us to be over when we both leave Cornelia Street. This townhouse right here is our safe haven. I’m showing my hand right now, I love you.”

“We’ll make it work long distance because I don’t know what I’ll do if it doesn’t. I love you, too.” You smiled, leaning over on the couch to kiss him. Tom shivered a little into the kiss and you were surprised by how unusually cold his lips were. “Oh my god, you’re freezing.”

“Yeah, the terrace probably wasn’t a good idea.” He laughed.

“C’mon, let’s run a bath then and get you warmed up.” You stood from the couch and grabbed his hand. He picked up the box of chocolates and followed you to the master bathroom. Once you drew the bath, Tom slid in first with the chocolates open on the ledge beside him. Just before you got in, you paused and ran back to the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” Tom called after you. You came into the room a moment later with your notebook and a pen.

“I have lyrics. I need to write them.” You said, tapping your forehead with the pen, before sliding into the bath with your back pressed against his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“What’s this one about?”

“Cornelia Street”.” You smiled, writing out the chorus.

‘I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends, 

I’d never walk Cornelia Street again,

That’s the kind of heartbreak time could never mend,

I’d never walk Cornelia Street again,

And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name,

And baby, I’m so terrified of if you ever walk away,

I’d never walk Cornelia Street again,

I’d never walk Cornelia Street again…’

[fireintheforest]

Behind the Blue: chapter 6

“Man, it feels like we’ve been walking for agesss.” Marcello moaned, “Are we there yet?”

“No.” Toivon replied. No further information was given. Saufinril didn’t participate in the conversation, his mind wandering more to the light nervousness of this road, where some weeks ago he’d walked them heading south after the breakup. Toivon had said last night they’d go to Skingrad, then Chorrol, and from there they’d cross upwards to Hammerfell until finally, to Evermor. Skingrad, Saufinril mused, was awfully close to Kvatch. What if he ran into Eramon? What would he say, how would it look? Or maybe he didn’t have to say anything.

Much like he did, Saufinril thought with a bite of anger. 5 years and it was suuuuuch a fucking pain to inform his partner that he had planned a threesome. Fucking jerk. And that wasn’t the only time! What about the time he didn’t tell Saufinril about the Valenwood green “business” he had? Or the Gardtide scam? Or why he got arrested by the barbershop? Oh! Or what about that he was married and then ditched him for his husband only to ask him back and then not tell him about a fucking threesome???

Yeah, no. He didn’t owe him shit. If he saw him then GOOD. He’d make sure he would see him enjoying himself. Without him. Fucking dick. Not telling him shit and then saying ‘I want to rescue this relationship’ as if he hadn’t condemned it from the beginning?? Asshole.

“-on, Saufinril?”

Saufinril looked up. Or rather, Toivon noticed, glared up. Shit, what’s wrong with him? Before he could repeat his question, Marcello piped in.

“What is our plan, anyhow?” Marcello inquired

“I won’t say it here, out in the open.” Toivon said, turning his head back to Marcello, who rolled his eyes and replied, “I’m not talking about then, I’m talking about the time before here and there! What do we do, where do we go, is there a pit stop? I need to hit the outhouse.”

“I told you to go to the outhouse when we arrived at the border.”

“I didn’t need to go then! Can we afford like, 5 minutes?”

“One would suggest we keep walking.” Saufinril interrupted, “We’re tight on schedule.” There was a silent pause as the three mer kept walking, killed only by Marcello’s words.

“I mean…if Toivon doesn’t look back and Saufinril can try to not step on it, I can multitask walking with-”

“NO.” Saufinril snapped, involuntarily too loud. Toivon stifled a laugh, “Let’s stop.”

“You said so yourself, we’re on a tight schedule!” Toivon protested, now turning to Saufinril.

“Then you walk behind him and one walks on front! But one is not going to be on the receiving end of the Second Seed rains!” Saufinril snapped.

“Can we make a consensus quick, lads? I really need to go. We surely can’t be that tight on schedule to not afford a normal, tax-paying mer a couple minutes!” Marcello added, looking between the two older mer.

“Ugh, fine. Marcello, one minute. Go.” Toivon said as he stopped.

“Yes!” Marcello quickly darted out of the road and past some bushes. Toivon and Saufinril, meanwhile, stepped out of the road. Saufinril rested against a tree while Toivon absentmindedly rolled a stone around the ground with his foot. Saufinril bit his lower lip and looked back, the awkward silence between the two mer dampened only by the rustling of leaves with wind and the faraway cawing of crows. Saufinril sighed. The minute dragged on. It felt like more than it really was, but finally Marcello emerged from the bushes.

“Let’s go.” Toivon said, going back to walking. All three mer took back to the trail, the soft brown ground underneath them mushy from the rains, with dead leaves cushioning the mud and making it walkable.

  Skingrad was as bustling and busy as all three mer remembered it. High walls enclosing the city, merchants and people of all races coming to and fro (well, most of all races. Khajiit tents rested outside of city limits) and the guards at the entrance of the city.

“So what’s the plan here?” Saufinril asked, moving his shoulder in time to avoid hitting a young couple with a baby.

“We stay one night at the Trotting Mare, then we keep moving. Before that, go get whatever you need for the trip.” Toivon said.

“Heyyy you-I think I have to do something first. Catch you guys later.” Marcello suddenly said. Toivon began to turn to the younger elf, “Do you even know wh-” but he was long gone. Saufinril turned to Toivon.

“Hope he knows where the Trotting Mare is.” He mused.

“For his own good, he better. I’m not gonna hunt around the city for him.” Toivon replied, heading back down the street, Saufinril in tow.

“How do you know about this inn?” Saufinrin inquired, moving past two gossiping Imperial women that insisted on staying in the middle of the road, his eyes never leaving the shorter mer ahead of him.

“I travel around, y’know. Admittedly, Cyrodiil isn’t exactly my cup of tea, too…weird. Imperials are weird.” Toivon skirted around a cart full of apples and books. Saufinril followed suit. In no time they reached the inn, larger than in Saufinril’s imagination. He’d pictured some small wood shack, not the large building of gray stone, round balconies and various windows in front of him. There was a wooden sign outside of it with a gray mare in a canter,  right next to a board with announcements of jobs, selling, buying, trading, praises to the Thalmor and their allegiance to the Imperial army (Saufinril suppressed a face of disgust at that) and shows that were to happen at the inn that week.

The inside of the inn showed more warmth than the exterior, if anything from the lighting of the candles around and the vase of flowers by the innkeeper and bartender, a short and robust woman with brown hair in a bun and a mole dead set at the tip of her nose. She reminded Saufinril of a hagraven, like the ones in the storybooks of his childhood. One glance from the woman to the two mer and she immediately smirked wickedly.

“Now, what’re you doing here, in the city?” she questioned with some glee to Toivon.

“Just work.” Toivon replied back, grinning, “What’re you doing here, still alive?”

“I’m gunna need more than sickness and three dead husbands to take me to the grave. Oi, who’s the tall one? First time I see one of them with you, thought you gave them the wide berth. You!” she motioned to Saufinril, the smile leaving, “The Lilypad is on the other side of the city, with the others of your kind.”

“What exactly are the others of one’s kind?” Saufinril asked, a snap in his tone. He knew damn well who she was referring to, but he was going to make her say it out loud if necessary.

“Calm down, Gianna. Do you get like this with every new customer? No wonder this place looks worse than last time.” Toivon interrupted, sensing the conversation would end in a headache for him.

“You’re damn right it looks worse, thanks to the Thalmor.” She narrowed her eyes, looking again at Saufinril, “He’s not with ‘em?”

“He’s not.” Saufinril replied cooly.

“He’s helping me and Marcello with a job.” Toivon added, giving Saufinril a look.

“Why didn’t you say so?” the probably-a-witch said, more jovially this time, “An Altmer messing ‘round with Dunmer. Hah! Reckon it’s the first time I see one stoop down here, they’re either out there in fancy uniforms or avoiding the place like it were shit, with their noses so high up, they drown in rain.”

Ah, stereotypes. Now he was in Cyrodiil, Saufinril thought.

“For twenty Septim, you can gawk at him ten minutes.” Toivon felt Saufinril’s glare at the nape of his neck, but didn’t turn to look at him, “Or you could give us some rooms for the night. Whatever you got.”

“Got one. Share the bed or sleep on the floor or something. 25 septims per room per night, and I want a job fer free next time you’re around.” Gianna scratched her mole. Saufinril was almost sure the mole moved on its own, “Giving ye the family discount, love.”

“Don’t wanna know how you treat enemies.” Toivon pulled out the coin and handed it, then both mer followed Gianna past the patrons at their tables drinking, eating or talking, up two set of stairs to the rooms. Some had closed doors, others were open, one had a suspiciously rhythmic banging going on. Gianna stopped at the room.

“Here you go, yer humble abode.” She announced

“Thanks.” Saufinril entered, followed by Toivon.

“If you need anything, don’t come to me, figure on your own and pay if you break anything.” She said the last part looking at Toivon as he got in the room.

“That was one time, Gianna!”

“Where’s Marcello, anyway?” she asked. Saufinril dropped the bag on the bed, sighing to himself and marveling at how heavy this bag was. Had he really packed this much, or was he just tired? He started to rummage through, trying to see what was causing the extra weight.

“He said he had to do something, then took off running faster than a whore in a raid.”

“I’m here!” Marcello’s voice came from the landing. Saufinril turned away from his bag when Marcello’s voice rang, then went back to his rummaging. Or tried to, because he had to stop when Marcello flopped on the bed. Toivon, on the other hand, was resting against the doorframe while talking to Gianna, observing Marcello. He seemed perfectly normal. Too perfectly normal.

“So, what was the mystery errand?” he asked

“Ah, well you said we had to go out and get whatever we needed for the road, right?”

Toivon blinked, surprised that Marcello had actually been listening, “Yeah…”

“So I did.” Marcello replied, then turned to Gianna with a beaming smile, “Long time no see!”

“Could say the same about you, but you look just like last time. Only grayer.” Gianna replied

“Yeah, you do too.”

Toivon let out a laugh as Gianna tossed the keys of the room to Marcello, making them land on his forehead. “Ya rude boy!” Gianna said, unable to hide the smile, “If it weren’t for your dead mother you’d be sleeping outside!”

“You know, I wouldn’t mind…” Toivon added

“I’d just share bed with Saufinril. Right, Saufinril?” Marcello asked

“Nope!” came the answer from the Altmer.

“It was worth a shot.” Marcello said, commenting half to himself and half to the others.

“Dinner’ll be ready soon, lettin’ y’know.” And with that, Gianna turned around and went back downstairs, letting all three of them.

“So, who sleeps in the bed?” Marcello asked, looking at Saufinril and Toivon. Saufinril pointed at the bone-carved couch with the red cloth seat that was on one end of the room and said, “One sleeps here.”

“Fine by me.” Toivon shrugged, putting his stuff on the bed,

“You guys sure?” Marcello asked, sitting down.

“Yeah? Why?” Saufinril asked

“I can sleep there.” Marcello offered, referring to the couch. Saufinril gave him a small smile.

“That’s very sweet of you, Marcello. But one is fine, you two use the bed. One prefers this.”

“Yeah, but,” Marcello looked at Toivon, who now was looking at him back with more attention, as was Saufinril, “It’s just…we’ve been travelling a lot and you guys are so old and frail.”

Toivon took one of the pillows and hit Marcello’s face with it.

 Some hours later, the three of them were downstairs at a table with their dishes and drinks. They’d spent most of the time talking, taking in the ambience and listening here and there to stories they each shared of the travels, where they’d been to, where they’d go to next. Debating here and there on topics. Hours that were felt like minutes. In one moment, however, Saufinril looked around the room, trying to find Gianna or the waiter, when lo and behold. Just entering the threshold. Black, wavy hair. Golden face dotted with the beauty marks. Eramon himself.

Fuck

Toivon, at that precise moment, turned to Saufinril and witnessed the looks of surprise, dread, sadness and annoyance that flooded the Altmer’s face in less than a second, all of them together, as he turned away from the doorway. He looked in the direction that Saufinril had looked at and saw another Altmer walking into the inn. Black hair, melancholic caramel eyes, built less in the lithe way that was common of mer, rather a little more like men.

“Don’t like him?” he asked

“Hm?” Saufinril asked, looking at Toivon and then briefly where he was looking. When his gaze landed on Eramon again, he looked back away. “Something like that.”

“What did he do?” Marcello asked, leaning towards the two older mer. Toivon scowled at Marcello and whispered in Dunmeris, “Marcello, what do you care? It’s his personal business.”

“It’s ok, it’s nothing serious.” Saufinril replied, admittedly a little bit surprised that Toivon defended his discretion. Toivon looked at him puzzled for a second, before saying, “Oh, right. You speak Dunmeris.”

“One does. Anyways, it’s, yeah it’s just one’s ex.” Saufinril said, then took a sip. Altmer were good at keeping composed in the sight of anything, Toivon mused, but he saw the light tremble in Saufinril’s hand. Toivon discreetly looked over at the other Altmer, who at that moment was at a table with two Imperials.

“So,” Marcello interrupted, “I’m missing some dormouse drumsticks? Be right back.” He stood up and walked away, leaving Toivon and Saufinril by themselves.

“Rough breakup?” Toivon asked

“One thought this was one’s personal business?” Saufinril asked back, arching his eyebrows.

“You can just not answer me.” He shrugged, picking around the tuna balls and asparagus on his plate.

“One would rather do that.”

“Fair.” Silence, until Toivon looked at him mischeviously, “Hey.” Saufinril turned to look at him, drinking from his 3rd glass of wine, “Wanna have fun?”

Saufinril felt his heart pound especially hard then. Yet he remained his composture and put the glass down, “What do you mean?” he asked

“Well, I don’t know if the breakup was bad or the details, and to be honest I don’t care. But,” he shrugged, “You could make him jealous, if just for a bit. That’s never not amusing.”

The memory of his earlier fuming, paired up with telling himself that he’d enjoy himself, hit Saufinril on the forehead like the pillow had hit Marcello’s earlier.

“Well…”

“Even if you didn’t tell me, it’s obvious you guys didn’t end it like friends or like it happened a long time ago. Just an idea, though. And the place is packed, I know you can find anyone to get him go green.”

Oh, Auri-El.

“What about you?” Saufinril asked in a whisper. Toivon looked at him quizzically.

“Excuse me?”

“Why…why look around the floor when one already has someone sitting in the same table?” Saufinril eyed Toivon, “It’s…apologies, it’s too daring. And, if you don’t want to do it, that’s ok. Sorry, one can just go upstairs.”

Toivon looked at Saufinril, then at the other Altmer, whose gaze was dangerously getting closer to them. He moved closer to Saufinril and put his arm around him.

“Nope, we’re in this together.” Saufinril looked at him with wide eyes, a smile creeping into his face just when the other guy looked at them. And then his face shifted. Bingo.

“Hot! Hot! Hot hot hot!” Marcello said, reaching his seat and placing the drumsticks in front of him, “Can’t believe they almost let them get cold in the-” he looked at them, “Wh…what are you doing?”

“Just act like this is the default.” Toivon said in Dunmeris. Saufinril, meanwhile, figured that being so tense didn’t exactly convey the air of “casually dating some other hot dude one likes” so he leaned more to Toivon. Marcello nodded slowly, following along, “Okay. Sure, I can do that. Why though.”

“Because I’ll tell you later.” Then he turned and whispered close to Saufinril’s ear, “You should see his face right now.” Saufinril used the excuse of tucking his hair behind his ear to look in the direction where Eramon was at. By all the Aedra, he’d only seen him be this jealous once. He felt terrible. But also he felt good.

“He looks so annoyed.” Saufinril whispered back, “Honestly, one had never done this before.”

“Never?” Toivon asked, and Saufinril shook his head. This dude, for a courtesan, is playing the coy virgin role so well. Toivon closed the distance between him and Saufinril and said, “Wanna amp it up?”

This was just plain evil, Saufinril thought as he took a finger and stroke Toivon’s jaw with it, “Like this?” he asked

“Come on, just one finger?”

“One is being sultry, do you know how to flirt?”

“Is that a challenge, or are you going to show me?”

“OKAY I’m going to the room, bye.” Marcello grabbed the drumsticks and left the table. Marcello’s exit allowed Saufinril to give Eramon another glance. He seemed to try to focus on the gentlemen in front of him, while still looking confused and –dare he say it?- annoyed.

The rest of the night went by with casual talking, much like they had earlier with Marcello, except Toivon’s arm stayed around Saufinril and now and then there’d be grazing, hands resting on forearms or knees, whispering to each other on the status of Eramon (yes, eventually Toivon learned his name) by getting close to the other’s ear, and Eramon’s gradual deepening of annoyance and jealousy. At one point, however, the Imperials and Eramon stood up.

“Wellp, looks like they’re leaving.” Toivon whispered, “This was fun while it lasted.”

“Mmh. Or…” Saufinril drank the last of his wine, took Toivon’s face in his hands and pressed a kiss. Toivon tensed somewhat in surprise for a second. The kiss felt like it lasted longer than the 2 seconds it did. When they broke the kiss, Toivon blinked twice, Saufinril gave him a smile, then looked at Eramon’s direction with care. Oh, right. The ex. He looked there as well. Eramon was looking at them, very still, jaw very clentched, then he turned and left the inn. Only then did Saufinril move away from Toivon.

“That was…something.” Saufinril passed his ponytail from the front to the back, regaining his neutral Altmer demeanor, though his little smile was still on his face, “One…thanks. You were right, it feels oddly satisfactory.” And he went upstairs to the room. Toivon stayed at the table.

“…shit.”

 What woke Saufinril up in the middle of the night, hours after the show they’d put in the first floor, wasn’t exactly his feeling of being well-rested, or the rays of sunlight. It was groaning. Groaning that started silently, in a way that made one think it had been the wind or the dream one was having. Instead, it increased in volume and anguish, until Saufinril’s eyes widened open and he sat down at the couch he was sleeping at. Toivon, shirtless, was already crouched next to Marcello, talking to him in a hushed Dunmeris, something about what was wrong. Saufinril quickly grabbed his shirt, put it on, and conjured a ball of light before heading to the other side of the bed.

“What’s going on?” Saufinril asked in a hushed whisper

“Shit, I don’t know!” Toivon said, concerned, “He said he had a stomachache earlier, then I wake up and he’s like this!”

Marcello was on his side of the bed, curled up and sweating profusely. The sheets were moved away from his body, as if he’d kicked them off. His eyes were closed shut, he was hugging his bloated stomach and he was screaming as if his guts were exploding inside. Someone knocked hard against the wall.

“He’s gonna wake the whole inn.” Toivon whispered, hands still on the younger Dunmer. Saufinril crouched next to Marcello.

“Marcello? Sorry, but one will have to do this.” He placed two fingers to Marcello’s forehead, a rush of magic coursing down his fingers. Marcello suddenly relaxed and went limp and silent. Too silent.

“…did you kill him?” Toivon asked, looking at Saufinril warily.

“What?! No! It’s a spell to put him in a, sort of sleep? Like a trance. But it’s temporary. We have to call a healer or take him to a temple or something.” Saufinril said.

“There’s an asclepieion but it’s on the east end. If we’re gonna take him, it has to be fast.” Toivon climed down of the bed and yanked away the pillows and sheet that had been covering Marcello, “Get the upper two ends, I’ll get the other.”

“Two ends of what?”

“The bed sheet, come on.” Saufinril obeyed, removing the upper corners of the sheet as Toivon did the same on the other side, then they both lifted and carried the cloth (with Marcello in it) out of the room. Once in the streets they went as fast as possible, only stopping a couple times, both for Saufinril to create another sphere of light to illuminate their way and to put Marcello back into the dreamless sleep when the first spell wore off and he began to writhe, but finally they got to the marble building. They just hoped it was on time.

[cassie-baby]

50 questions tag

I was tagged agesss ago by @whippedforsuga​ tysm Lynn! <3

1.What takes up too much of your time?

overcomplicating things!! stressing & questioning my life choices lmao

2. What makes your day better?

hanging out with cool people, good talks, compliments

3. Whats the best thing to happen to you today?

not much has happened so far, but I had a pretty good cup of coffee

4. What fictional place would you like to go to?

the hyyh universe. preferably when it was still mildly angsty and not this big mess of emotions it is now omg. or maybe some fictional places described in a children’s book series I liked

5. are you good at giving advice?

I would like to think I am, but sometimes I feel rly useless lol

6. Do you have a mental illness?

probably

7. have you ever experience sleep paralysis?

no and I hope I never will, it must be super scary

8. What musician inspired you the most?

frank iero

9. Have you ever fallen in love?

yes

10. What your dream date?

spending the day outside when it’s sunny, going on a walk or something and then picnicking, or when the weather is bad, staying inside watching movies and cooking together

11. What do others notice about you?

I don’t know, that’s for others to answer lol

12.Whats an annoying habit you have?

I overthink and overcomplicate everything

13. Do you still talk to your first love?

nope

14. How many exes do you have?

015. How many songs are in your playlist?

so far 50 but it’s not done

16. What instruments can you play?

the guitar (and then naturally the ukulele and a lil bass)

17. What do you have the most pictures of?

probably bts, ngl

18. Where would you like to go before you die?

definitely japan but there is so many other places I want to see too

19. Whats your Zodiac?

libra sun, virgo rising, sag moon

20. Do you relate to it?

oh boy, yes I definitely do 

21. What is happiness to you?

being completely free of worry and feeling warm and excited inside

22. are you going through anything right now?

I’m going thru all of it at the moment (stress, love, existential crisis) but that’s okay

23. Whats the worst decision you ever made?

I actually don’t know

24. Whats your favourite store?

atm this cute charity shop I found near my house

25. Whats your opinion on abortion?

I am pro choice but critical about the current laws

26. Do you keep a bucket list?

not really but I have some goals in my head

27. Do you have a favourite album?

not of all time. at the moment I’m jamming out to neneh cherry’s man (definitely recommend)

28. What do you want for your birthday?

functional and beautiful things

29. What are most people’s first impressions of you?

I really don’t know

30. What age do you seem according to most people?

around 21 (I’m 19)

31. Where do you keep your phone while you’re sleeping?

next to my pillow which is bad, don’t do that

32. What word to you say the most?

apparently my use of ‘inconvenient’ is so excessive it stood out to my housemates

33. Whats the oldest age you would date?

probably 26 or something at most

34. Whats the youngest age you would date?

18

35. What job/career do most people say would suit you?

psychologist or working in international relations

36. Whats your favourite music genre?

I don’t care too much about  genres anymore these days

37. If you could live in any country in the world, where would it be?

I’m gonna be That Bitch and say Japan (for a while) but long term, idk

38. What is your current favourite song?

persona :)

39. How long have you had this blog for?

I remade a few monts ago

40. What are you excited for?

break in may... there’s too many deadlines rn I can’t wait to just relax

41. Are you a better talker or listener?

listener I think?

42. What is the last productive thing you did?

yesterday I spent most of the day trying to figure out my future lol

43. What do you want for Christmas?

nothing tbh i’m not the biggest christmas fan

44. What Class do you get the best grades in?

I get graded on everything combined now. in high school my best subject was probably French in the end, believe it or not, I’ve lost most of my skill now though rip

45. On a scale of 1-10, how are you feeling right now?

a 6 or so

46. What can you see yourself doing in ten years?

don’t ask me this mid-existential crisis... being pregnant & raising my kids for sure and career wise probably writing

47. When did you get your first heartbreak?

Not sure

48.  What age do you want to get married?

I don’t think I want to get married

49.  What career did you want to have as a child?

pop singer

50.  what do you crave right now?

poke bowl omg

I’m tagging: @cozy-hobi @naturalbornlosr @dreamystuffers @bigwonho but feel free to ignore ofc <3

[cognacdelights]

heyyy 💛 aw yay that’s so exciting you’re done with uni that must feel good! do you have any plans for what you’re going to do now? (i know that can be a stressful topic to think about esp for me anyway so you don’t have to answer haha) but yeah uni is ok i feel a bit more overwhelmed than last semester but i like my papers a lot more so that’s something. i’m also absolutely loving my psychology of criminal conduct paper i wish i had more papers like that in undergrad!

i honestly can’t even imagine what it’s been like with lockdown in other countries, we are very lucky here to have only really had the initial 6 week lockdown in 2020 and then been pretty much fine bar one or two cities who had to have around about a week lockdown after that. it did end up being extended to the whole country doing 7 days and we find out tomorrow whats gonna happen on tuesday, it’s very up in the air but we’ve gone from 1 to like 90 cases in a week. it’s funny watching stories from people in the uk and the us who are out doing stuff and i’m like aw man that was us once 😅

ANYWAY the new chapter was so sweet we love a whipped jj and an indie who always gets her way 💛 i remember sending an ask agesss ago when you had asked what people had wanted to see and i said about the time jj found her at a bus stop after a fight so that was such a nice surprise

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hey bestie! idk i’m not really excited because it doesn’t feel any different? it doesn’t feel like i’ve achieved anything because i’ve only had ten days of online teaching and that’s it. i feel like i’ve just been existing in time and space and that’s it 😳 also, i have no idea what i’m going to do now… everything is so up in arms at the minute and, honestly, idk if i’m going to pass the course or not

it sounds like uni is good going for you but also busy! what else are you researching this semester apart from the criminal conduct paper?

honestly i just feel like i’ve lost an entire two years of my life to nothingness idk how else to describe it… haha yeah, our cases are going up again too but i don’t think boris can do another lockdown now. literally nobody would listen to him and the country just wouldn’t survive economically /:

hahaha thank you! isn’t it always a whipped jj and an indie who gets her way 🤪 not in the next couple of chapters 👀 omg that was you??? i know people have been asking for it and i’ve been looking to slip it in somewhere!